The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Isabel was keeping an eye on the young man as best as she could. When he didn't follow her to the ground, her confidence only increased. There was no way he could follow her as she committed to particular stunts, especially those that would leave a normal body in a pool of its own blood. He may have been able to pull some fancy footwork between buildings, but there was little chance that he could handle a sheer drop down the side of one building.
She did manage to notice his figure bobbing in and out of view above her after she'd gone a few paces. There was always room for a little paranoia when being followed, and it was always a good idea to take stock of the surrounding area just in case. She didn't like that he hadn't tried to follow her to the street. It meant he was still able to move. However, it also meant that she could potentially duck somewhere that he'd lose sight of her and she'd be able to make her getaway for good.
She thought she's just about lost him when a very faint shadow from a light in a window overhead broadcast his latest move as he once again leaped the distance between two buildings. He worked his stupid little monkey impression and somehow ended up in front of her
She scowled at him as he commented about her actions being amazing yet again. There was something seriously wrong with him if he was getting so much enjoyment out of playing cat ad mouse with a known serial killer, one that had very nearly killed him not too long ago. Maybe masochist was the right word?
Of course she wasn't going to let him mock her like he was. She might have not been quite as fast as him, but she had some creativity on her side and she planned on using it.
Rather than trying to put on a new burst of speed to catch up and hopefully pass him, she veered off to one side, aiming for the nearest building once more. This time, however, she wasn't going to be climbing to the very top. She just needed to get more than a few feet of the ground in order to do what she wanted.
As she scaled the side of the building just far enough and found a ledge that she could support herself with for a moment, the trio of spindly bones on either side of her spine fattened and merged together, spreading lengthwise and widthwise and forming the rough shape of a wing on either side of her. She'd taken to forming them into a rough resemblance of bat wings.
From there she pushed herself off of the building's face and fell into a glide. She hadn't been able to successfully pull off actual flight just yet, but gliding was easy enough. It made for a good method of assault as well. All she had to do was pull just ahead of the young man on the ground and let go of a number of small spikes that would hopefully impale him or at least maim him enough that she could finally lose him.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Still maintaining his constant pace, Kyle risked a glance back over his shoulder to see where Isabel was. He'd thought, after landing in the alley ahead of her and giving her a bit of taunting, that she'd be barreling past him with those bony legs of hers. Actually, he expected her to try and cripple or kill him instead before moving on completely while leaving his broken body behind.
Not only didn't she blow past him, Kyle's glance back showed that she wasn't aiming to take any swings at him either. Frowning, Kyle controlled his pace slightly so that his body would be able to react. The fact that she wasn't doing what he expected didn't exactly concern him. It was the fact that she wasn't doing what she would normally do, at least from his observations of her. That worried him more then if she had just tried to stab him in the back.
Everything suddenly became clear when Isabel made her move. Instead of rushing at him or throwing something his way, the bone lady suddenly shot towards the nearest building. Tension arched through Kyle's muscles at the thought that Isabel might make another dash up a building, a move that would force him to stop and switch his direction suddenly in order to follow her up. He'd lose time doing so and, if Isabel's determination was any consolation, she'd be long gone before he managed to catch up this time. Losing a fight he could take; losing this perhaps once in a life time chance to at least earn her graces was something he'd be damned before giving it up.
He was just shuffling his direction when Isabel caught him completely off guard with her "actual" move. She had climbed about a third of the way up the wall, but instead of continuing on, she switched direction mid climb...and jumped. Not up the wall, like Kyle might have suspected, but in his direction. As her body no longer met with solid ground of any sort, her bone legs shifted, shuffling in form even as she moved, to be replaced with what Kyle could only describe as big wings. Not bird wings, they were too awkward shaped for that.
Bat wings. Or as close as possible to them. Fitting.
And then she was gliding towards him. Over him. Shooting his head up to watch her soar past, Kyle regarded her for a moment, a mixture of awe and frustration mixing in a lovely expression on his face. Then he gritted his teeth and spoke loud enough for her to hear. "Damn, tricked!"
Then he saw her second plan coming and his eyes widened with the realization. The first of her bone rain sliced a cut down his cheek, another clipping his shoulder as it passed down to the ground. By then he was running forward after her at full tilt, doing his best to stick to one side of her rather then directly under. The bone rain still came though, some of it nicking him as he ran, some missing entirely, while others he deflected with quick and fast snaps of his fingers, his bolts of energy killing their momentum and leaving them on the ground in his wake.
"Well if that's how this game is played..." Darting to the side suddenly, Kyle swung his arm back and flung a small orb of his energy her way; not at her body, but at one of her bone wings. Then he flung another, this one at the opposite wing. Then, whether or not those achieved victory in their tasks, Kyle flicked a small barrage towards her main body, one for each finger. And then he sped up to be ready when, if, she was forced to come down, to be past her or to catch her from getting seriously hurt. The game, after all, wasn't fun if one party couldn't play.
And in the distance, drowned out by their little battle and the surrounding buildings, was the sound of sirens. Many sirens. Getting closer by the minute.
Isabel couldn't help but grin as the young man below her was forced to zig and zag in order to try and avoid the barrage of little spikes she was raining down on him. She could tell from the way he moved when he was hit. She hoped it hurt. The little blasts of energy that she'd seen him use before, however, seemed to be aiding him in knocking any number of the small projectiles aside. She hated those things.
It was while she was huffing over such a development that one of the purple orbs suddenly sprang in her direction. She veered to one side to avoid it and succeeded, only to wind up moving into the line of fire for the second one. It had a decent amount of force behind it. At least enough to cause the wing it struck to jolt upward, forcing her body to veer to the opposite side. She overcompensated a bit trying to correct herself and her previously steady glide became much more erratic. She would have been worried, were she not so confident she could survive the fall.
She had nearly corrected herself at last when another assault was directed at her, this time aimed at her midsection. While attempting to harm her middle wasn't the best strategy, it wasn't completely ineffective, either. Her balance was once again compromised as she flinched with the small impacts and angled herself in an attempt to avoid the stinging orbs.
Her grin had long since vanished when the assault had begun. If this kid wanted to fight back, she'd really give him something to fight.
With a sound of angry frustration escaping her, she angled again and fell into a dive, the sheets of bone serving as her makeshift wings on either side of her folding in toward her body for acceleration. Each of her fingers sprouted a curved spike of bone, ready to latch onto the young man and tear whatever they touched. She was going to hit him hard and fast and hopefully put an end to his silly little game.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Despite the barrage of small bone fragments that had rained down on him constantly, Kyle had managed to avoid the worst of the barrage by being quick and clever. His bolts had cleared out any that were coming dangerously close to vital areas, his maneuvering had kept him out of the worst areas of the barrage and dumb luck had made the wounds painful but not seriously dangerous individually.
But collectively, they were taking their toll. Blood dripped from over a dozen minor cuts over his body, including a long one that had slashed across his brow. It made seeing difficult at times, but it had already stopped bleeding for the most part. But again, the collective blood loss was starting to show its effects, in both his ability to move and his stamina. He had plenty to go still, but it was only a matter of time if this kept up.
Luckily, things turned for the better, or so it seemed. The attacks he threw at Isabel succeeded, partially, in sending her winged form off balance. His first shot missed wide, but the second hit dead on, sending one side of her wings while the other was low. Pacing shortly below and behind her, Kyle would have been grinning at this fact if his mind hadn't already switched gears. His wounds were a clear indication that this chase had changed from a test of skill to a more serious kind of confrontation. If he wanted to live, let alone earn Isabel's possible respect and friendship, he had to focus.
Isabel readjusted easily enough, just in time to take the bolts he'd thrown toward her fleshy body instead of her bone attachments. Again, her form twisted left and right in an attempt to re-correct her balance in the air, her height falling every second that followed the attacks. Kyle caught a glance of her face during one of her corrections; she wasn't smiling either. Good; it meant she'd be serious about this too.
An angry cry broke the air a moment later. As it echoed throughout the alley, Isabel suddenly angled towards him instead, those white bony wings vanishing as Isabel pulled them against her to accelerate towards him. Eyes widening, Kyle skidded to a stop as the streaking bullet that was an angry woman suddenly launched her way towards him. Claws of bone were clearly forming as she whistled towards him and for a brief moment, Kyle had no answer to her attack. She had too much speed...his energy wouldn't deter her move. There was no time to dodge to the side and those claws of hers had reach; he likely wouldn't be able to evade them by going side to side. Under? No, she'd just impale him by extending them as she shot past.
Then it hit him. She was going "too" fast. She couldn't correct her direction and though she could extend her bones in any direction she wanted, if Kyle could just react fast enough, she might not be able to extend them fast enough to catch him. A small grin slid across his face as he knew what he had to do; and braced himself for what he had to do.
At the last possible second, Kyle suddenly shot back, throwing his upper body back, swinging his arms to brace himself when they touched ground. Her claws dug into his shoulders as she shot into him, streaking just over his body enough so that he was staring face to face with her. No grins or chuckles or laughs came from him, his face was a solid mask of concentration. Then his knees came up. And with all the force of his flip behind them, he arched them to connect with her stomach hard. His intent? To use the momentum behind those knees to not only knock the wind out of her, but to send her flying straight on past him into what he hoped would only be a minor crash landing.
And provided everything went well, he'd land on all fours, jump forward and spin to face her. Although now he was down to one knee as he fought with his bodies blistering pain that her claws had inflicted upon him. "I may dance like a butterfly...but you sting like a scorpion."
Isabel's attack didn't go exactly as planned. In fact, the only part of the quickly constructed plan that had worked at all was the claw-like protrusions that had emerged from her fingertips. She could feel them catch and tear some flesh, though they hadn't done nearly as much damage as she had hoped. She had dealt some damage to his shoulders from what she could tell, nothing important. Maybe if she was lucky she'd find that she'd nicked some important muscle or tendon.
Unfortunately she had very little time to grow frustrated over her inadequate grasp on the young man. She was busy being vaulted over his head and into the street. The air in her lungs escaped with a surprised "Oomph!" as a knee connected with her stomach and assisted the young man in pushing her up and over his body, his plan of action only helped by the speed she'd built up in her dive.
The white wings spread in an attempt to slow herself down as she was thrown, but she was too close to the ground for them to be much good. She hit the pavement shoulder first, followed by her back and then her hip and knees and she rolled. She gave a groan as she tumbled to a stop. The sheets of bone on either side of her helped to protect her from most of the impact, but her skin was still torn and raw in several places from a sort of road rash.
Rolling onto her less damaged side, she slowly worked to get to her feet as her wings separated and shifted back into the six leg-like appendages she previously sported. They would help to support her bruised body after that tumble. Maybe that dive hadn't been such a good idea.
She could hear the sirens, but she was confident enough in her ability to make a getaway that she wasn't too worried. She could take down a few cops easily enough if push came to shove.
She rounded on the young man as she got to her feet, the tips of the white spindles planted firmly in the pavement to help her keep her balance while her head stopped spinning. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped, passing her fingers over her stinging chin, the digits coming back bloody. The skin must have split. "Just what he hell are you getting at? No one tries this hard just to be someone's friend. No one. Just what kind of game are you playing here?"
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
The wounds in his shoulders burned with a fire that Kyle had no answer to quell entirely, but he had enough force of mind to willingly ignore the pain, at least for the moment. The wounds weren't deep, only scraping the outer surface of his skin and penetrating the muscle beneath to a small extent. Still, the way she'd hit him had made the wounds ragged and there was no comparison for how much pain they caused.
But now was not the time for pain. Even though his counter attack had been successful in sending Isabel torpedoing into the ground, Kyle had no doubt that her bone power would prevent her from taking any serious damage. In fact, he'd be surprised if she took any damage at all, considering the size of those bone wings. She could easily have turned those wings into a bone shell to shield her body from damage and even now be charging him to impale him on her bony fingers.
It was to his surprise that, when he landed and spun to face her, she wasn't charging to end his life. Instead, she was lying in a slowly rising heap several feet down the alley. Kyle got glances of red stained clothes and red splotches on several of her exposed skin. From what he could see, her bony wings had shielded her slightly from the impact, but the speed at which she had headed toward the ground had prevented her from altering it to something better. Her injuried state was a result of that. It was, he thought to himself, the second time they'd come to blows and ended up both hurt and bloody. That would need to change if he was even going to attempt friendship.
Managing to get to his feet and ignore the pain that stabbed through his shoulders as a result, Kyle slowly started moving towards her. He flowed energy into his hands, as a precaution, then stopped when he was just outside the range of her bony spider legs, which she had reformed to help support her injured body. Sirens were growing more prominent in the background, drowned out before by the battle and his own intense focus. Now he could hear them clearly as the droning of the sirens echoed around the area. He ignored that too; he had a task to finish.
Kyle stared at Isabel as she launched questions at him, little drips of blood falling from the injury on her chin. When she finished, Kyle was silent. Silent not because he didn't have an answer but because he was thinking of one. And to his relief, he believed he had an answer that would be enough for her. Hopefully.
"According to you, I'm insane. But to be perfectly honest, nothing is wrong with me. Maybe people you've met before haven't tried this hard, but I am. This is no game and I'm not doing this for any ulterior motive. I said I wanted to be your friend and I damn well meant it.
As for why...its because I respect who you are and what you are. You're strong. Your determined. You don't let anything or anyone stand in your way no matter what that is. I admire and respect that. Sure, your a killer. But even killers can have friends and what's different is you don't have to hide that fact, at least not from me.
Long story short since I'm likely boring you is I want to be your friend because I can't think of anything wrong with being your friend. I see no negative in it, only positive and if that makes me crazy, well then I'm crazy. But my stance remains; I would like to try being your friend. Of the woman known as Isabel, not what other people say she is."
He was standing a short distance away now, no fear in his eyes of her, only a burning fire to have his respect met with equality, of succeeding where likely others had failed. He held her gaze, unflinching, as his wounds ached, dropping blood echoed throughout the alley and sirens, loud and annoying, grew ever closer.
Isabel was confused. Very, very confused. She wasn't so sure she'd ever met another individual that wanted to befriend her simply for the sake of friendship. Sure, she'd made some friends through the Order, but some part of her always figured it was because she'd initially gotten along with them out of necessity and it became more genuine over time. She was a valuable enough asset for an organization to have when it dealt with shady business transactions and the occasional slaughter so cooperation among members was generally a good idea.
People did not want to get to know a known serial killer just for the hell of it. She had more enemies than she could count. It wasn't exactly wise to try gaining such a companion. Though she wouldn't exactly peg this kid as wise either way. He may have briefly tried to defend his sanity, but she had some serious doubts. She still believed that there was some ulterior motive to the actions, no matter how hard he protested that belief. No one offered their hand in friendship to someone with her reputation without expecting something in return. Maybe not immediately, but somewhere down the line those motives would become clear.
She gave an exasperated sigh as she regarded the bleeding young man not far from her. Aside from outright killing him, she didn't particularly see an immediate way out of this mess. Maybe if she was lucky he'd end up either drifting off or snapping like most people in the past had done.
"Whatever," she said at length, brushing her bloody hand against the cloth of her pants. She was getting tired of this game. It wasn't any fun if she couldn't win. "You wanna be friends, fine. You asked for it. Just don't come crying to me when it doesn't turn out like you wanted." Not her fault if he ended up disappointed because she wasn't any different than people said. She'd warned him before.
The sirens were beginning to irritate her. She was tired, sore, and bleeding. She didn't really want to play anymore after losing her last game. She wanted to go home and those spindly appendages of hers would ensure she got there quickly. "You can stay and play with the cops if you want. I'm leaving."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Part of Kyle was ready for another barrage from Isabel. Whether or not that barrage would be verbal or physical was all that Kyle expected he was waiting to find out. His muscles beginning to acknowledge their weariness, Kyle knew that if it came to a fight, the ground was still balanced between them. Words he was not as prepared to counter, but he figured that if he'd managed it so far, he should be able to handle it once more.
Instead of a sharp tongue picking at his sanity or a sharp bone trying to pick out his heart, Isabel's reaction was one of reluctant resignation. Her body seemed to let the injuries she had accumulated, along with the fatigue that came with constant exercise, finally register and instead of a fiery determined rage, Isabel had become a tired and weary woman. In an odd way, it made her look cute. On the other hand, Kyle was learning. It would not be a good idea to mention that now.
Taking his first deep breath since their little chase and spar had begun, Kyle shook his head to clear the fog that was coming as a result of minor blood loss. Then he smiled in relief, straightened out his stiffening body and cracked a neck that had been begging for it for a while.
"That's what I've been saying from the beginning. As for working out like I wanted, well, we'll just have to wait and see. Once again, its been a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We should do that again sometime; you're quite the challenge to keep up with you know."
The wailing of the sirens was closer now and at the far end of the alley, Kyle could see the tell-tale signs of police vehicles in the form of the alternating blue and red lights. Shadows darted about those lights, signs of police setting up and preparing to take on whatever was done that alley. In all likelihood, they were coming after Isabel, but maintaining distance until they were fully aware of the situation. And be in the best position possible to counter what they obviously knew as a threat.
Stepping forward, Kyle calmly patted Isabel's shoulder gently, being careful to use as little force as possible in case she was hurt there. Then he smiled and let his energy flow into his hands, readying himself a fight on the run again.
"Oh, I have no intention of sticking around either. But I'll cover you so you can get home to heal up safely. Call it my way of apologizing for being a pain in the backside as well as thanking you for agreeing to be my friend.
And you know, because we're going to be comrades soon, seeing as I'm now part of this so-called Order of mutants."
Isabel resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the young man replied to her, instead putting the impulse to use and looking around their current surroundings. She could easily scale the buildings again and get home quickly that way. The police couldn't follow her up there unless they had a helicopter trailing her, and even then it would just lead back to the Sanctuary. They already knew she lived there.They had since the Registration Act had been put into effect. They also likely knew who else resided there and that they had little chance of survival if they went knocking on the golden doors.
Pleasure to make her acquaintance, wait and see, cover her, blah, blah, blah. She wasn't in any mood to stick around and chat while she bled all over herself and the sirens tried to give her a headache. She was getting out of there, and he was free to try and cover her all he wanted. It's not like she needed help anyway. He should expect that by now, what with all the gushing he continued to do about how awesome she was and how exciting her tactics were.
She had already turned away from him and his chatter and was getting ready to start climbing when his last comment caught her attention and nearly caused her to stumble. She didn't have time for this nonsense, but she couldn't quite help paying attention when her Order came up in conversation.
And apparently he was going to be a part of her beloved Faction. At least they'd gotten over her wanting to put him six feet under for the time being, so tolerating him within the Order would be slightly easier. She also wouldn't have to go explaining to Lori that she'd offed one of her potential recruits because the gnat was buzzing too loudly in her ear.
"See ya 'round then, I guess," was all she offered as a reply before she got back to scaling the building. She could practically hear her bed calling her, and she wasn't going to keep it waiting.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
The cops were either preparing a proper plan for the two mutants or they were scared witless in the face of a known killer. Either way, it bought extra time for Kyle to gather his energy and his own wits, along with making a makeshift mask out of his damaged shirt. It wasn't fancy and it really only covered his hair and a portion of his face. But it would make it hard to identify him, at least without a good solid look. And he didn't intend to give them that look.
He'd gotten a slight moment of satisfaction when his mentioning of the Order and how he was part of it now stalled Isabel from leaving just yet, but it had been a brief moment. In his experience with the woman, all two meetings of it, getting her to pause in surprise was the highlight of those encounters. If anything else, he just liked seeing the expression on her face.
"You can count on that. Maybe next time we can do something fun together instead of against each other."
And then she was scaling the wall behind him, using those bone limbs of hers to get clear with record speed. Grinning, Kyle turned his attention back to the police. Several of them had approached when they saw Isabel leaving, weapons drawn and level with him. Cowards. They wait for the one they know is dangerous to leave first. Well then... Glancing over to a nearby garbage dumpster, Kyle grinned widely. Then he set the dumpster flying their way with a massive bolt of energy.
Ten minutes later, Kyle was racing across rooftops, easily clearing his way past obstacles while the police behind him struggled to keep up or fire poorly placed shots. Idiots. Eat less donuts and get more exercise. Soon enough he was clear of pursuit, having doubled back to where his bike rested at the cafe. He was on the road shortly after, gearing it for the Order's base to rest and recover at. Maybe next time he'd ask Isabel what she would like to do for fun...or offer to cook dinner for her.
Kyle had the odd feeling that if it wasn't the former, then it would be both. Ah well...it would be worth the extra effort. And much more fun too.